One Meatball Lyrics - Red, Raw And Sore - Pig

One meatball 

Without the gravy 

One meatball 

Or nothing at all 

One meatball 

Without the gravy 

One meatball 

Or nothing at all 

Oh fairest bullet 

Of the bullet race 

How sweet thou art 

And what a taste 

Oh my sweet lard 

I see you make haste 

Your fists are looking full 

And there's blood on your face 

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Where's the bread 

Down the hall 

You get no bread with one meatball 

We belong together 

Like bacon and ham 

We belong together 

Like faking and sham 

Old daddy wolf 

He does the cutting 

Put a weasel in the coop 

That devil left nothing 

Break the bread 

Bicker and brawl 

Stir don't shake your highball 

Photos 

I've wrung every drop 

From the truth that comes out of me 

Milked you dry on lies and dishonesty 

There's a stain on the shrine 

A nail for each crime 

Down home delicious 

Honed down vicious 

Vultures lying in wait with the guilt 

By a hot wet river laden with silt 

There's many a slip 

Between cup and lip 

Down in the pig iron 

With the shaven raven 

Dragged kicking and screaming told 

You ain't worth saving 

The light of this life 

Is a stanley knife 

I've bled myself dry 

I'm my own parasite 

Where's the bread 

Down the hall 

You get no bread with one meatball 

My heroine is heartbreak 

A two-timing liar 

She made me sweat fuel for my funeral pyre 

A foul belle she's foul mouthed 

Fingered on the trigger 

Trigger on the lip 

Where's the bread 

Down the hall 

You get no bread with one meatball 

If you get to heaven before I do 

Make a little hole 

And pull me through